Another year of snow.
The world has been in chaos for a long time.
Ji Yunhe couldn't remember how many days he had endured in prison. The rebellion in the north has turned into a protracted war, and the frequent confrontations between the "Bitter Cold Realm" and the imperial court of the Great Chen Kingdom are no longer new. The Great National Teacher lost interest in discussing it, and he was too lazy to talk to Ji Yunhe whether it was a victory or a defeat.
He only took a book to the prison to read every day, as if he would not intervene as long as the Shunde Princess was not in danger.
Ji Yunhe did not reject him. If he doesn't come, no one will come. She squatted in jail all day by herself, and she had to be suffocated. The great national teacher found a company for himself, and also gave Ji Yunhe a little comfort.
"Great national teacher." Ji Yunhe was bored in the prison, and tapped the floor with a broken wooden stick, "It's too cold in winter, give me a brazier."
Grand Master turned the book, without even looking at her.
Ji Yunhe kept pounding on the floor and said, "Then when will you be able to finish the book in your hand?" Ji Yunhe asked, "It's been a long time since I read the last one, so hurry up and give me the read. "
"After reading the last book, I will ask you a few questions, and then I will give you this book."
"Again..."
Ji Yunhe always felt that this great national teacher who wanted to hold a funeral for the world was actually a lonely old man who was withdrawn and paranoid. The world is afraid of him, but Ji Yunhe feels that getting along with him is much more comfortable than getting along with Lin Canglan, and even better than Lin Haoqing after that.
Because, in front of the great national teacher, she doesn't need to calculate—in the face of absolute power, her calculations are insignificant.
In this way, she can find a more suitable angle to get along with him.
"Ask, what's the problem?"
"The first page, the first line, the author's place where I want to go to the green smoke, but where is the blue smoke?"
"Here."
Grand Master raised his eyebrows.
Ji Yunhe continued with a smile, "In the last book, "Notes on Tiannanguo", the author used dreams as support, and traveled in Tiannanguo through dreams, and wrote about the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas of Tiannanguo, but he has been chasing the footsteps of a person who is in her dream. In the middle, the white clothes are elegant, the body is long and jade, and she is unparalleled in the world, so she wants to follow this person and travel all over the world. In the end, she indulges in dreams because of this person, and died in the dream.
"The place where the author wants to go is not the Tiannan Kingdom in the dream, and the person I want to find is not the shadow in the dream, but outside the dream, but this person is too high and unattainable, so hard to find, so she would rather sleep in the dream, Until the dream is exhausted, he will not wake up, facing a person who he will never get."
The Great National Teacher was silent.
"The last book "Tian Nan Guo Annotation", the last book "Changshui Note" and the last book "Yin Chang Ye" were all written by the same woman, right?" Ji Yunhe looked at the great national teacher.
"How do you know it's a woman?"
"How else do I know, the love between the lines is overflowing. How do you think I will know?"
Ji Yunhe knocked on the broken wood and said:
"In this book, the feeling of lovesickness is very strong, but the idea of this article is also trapped in lovesickness. No matter how difficult it is, the writing style is sometimes a little inappropriate. This book made me read it, enough to make me read it with relish, but, It doesn't quite fit your status as a national teacher, you are studying this kind of women's lovesickness every day, isn't it..." Ji Yunhe looked at him and said,
"The person who wrote this book is the one you love?"
The Grand Master was not ambiguous: "She wrote it." The Grand Master looked at the book in his hand, "I copied it."
Wasn't even reluctant to take it out and look at it...
Ji Yunhe sighed a little: "Since she likes you and you like her so much, why do you still miss it?"
The Great Master stroked the hand with the words on the page, and suddenly stopped: "Otherwise, why do you think I should have a funeral for this world?"
Ji Yunhe was silent, and then said: "Although I haven't read the book in your hand, I have read the previous ones. Although this woman is trapped in lovesickness, she still loves the world, mountains and rivers, and the common people. You..."
Before Ji Yunhe could finish speaking, the great national teacher suddenly stood up.
Ji Yunhe was stunned for a moment, but seeing the solemn expression of the Great National Teacher, Ji Yunhe threw away the broken wood in his hand that had been knocking on the floor, and said, "Okay, I won't quarrel with you, you can take your time."
The Grand Master turned around to leave.
"What's wrong?"
"Ru Ling is in danger." The Great National Teacher left five words, his body turned into a white light, and disappeared in an instant. The book that was still in his hand just now fell to the ground with a "pop".
Ji Yunhe immediately pressed against the cell door and shouted, "Throw the book to me before you leave! Hey!"
When her voice circled twice in the cold air, the figure of the great national teacher was long gone.
Ji Yunhe sat in the cage, looking eagerly at the book that fell on the ground outside the cage. Waiting for the Grand Master to come back.
And this time, it took ten days.
Waited until the new year.
The Great National Teacher's House is located in the capital, which is a quiet place in the most prosperous place. It is conceivable that in the capital of peacetime, the New Year's flavor can float from outside the prison to the inside.
Even in the past few years, the state of Chen and the bitter cold in the north were fighting. The taste of the New Year in Beijing is also undiminished. Throughout the month, every night, the red lanterns outside illuminate the snowy night. On New Year's Eve, there were even more fireworks and fireworks driven by the spirit power of the demon masters, lighting up the entire night sky of the capital.
Even in the prison, Ji Yunhe could see the changes of light and shadow outside through the door.
And this year, nothing.
Ji Yunhe spent a long time in prison, but it was estimated that it was also New Year's Eve.
There was no movement at the cell door. She sat for a month, looking forward to the princess of Shunde who was so angry that she almost lost her mind.
Princess Shunde came barefoot, carrying a whip, and she seemed to be injured. Even in a hurry, she walked with a limp. Behind her were a group of demon masters from Wu Yangyang.
Ji Yunhe had not seen so many people for a long time. She looked at the crippled Princess Shunde and joked: "Princess, it's the first time I saw you now, but five and a half years ago, how could you be so embarrassed?"
Princess Shunde didn't say a word, gave a look, and the demon master next to her opened the door of the cage.
Ji Chengyu hurriedly squeezed in from among the many demon masters.
"Princess! Princess! Master is still fighting with Qingyu Luanbird in the north!"
Blue-feathered luan bird
Ji Yunhe's eyes lit up, and the blue-feathered bird was born!
"...Maybe it won't be long before the master comes back, why don't we wait for the master to come back..."
"Now the war! It's all because of this cheap slave! I am a great man from the Chen country. I died in battle, and my bones are covered with white bones. All of them were killed by this cheap slave!" Princess Shunde scolded Ji Chengyu with red eyes, "This viciousness, I won't kill you. This slave is not enough to vent his anger!"
When Ji Yunhe heard the words, he probably guessed one or two in his heart.
It seems that Qingyu Luanniao was born, and the big Chen country suffered a big defeat, and even the princess of Shunde was so tired that she injured her leg. This also allowed the great national division to take action and go to the north. Now in the north, he was entangled by the green feather luan bird, so it was only a while and a half, and he couldn't get off.
The demon masters stepped into the prison, and so did the Shunde princess.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him anymore, Ji Chengyu gave Ji Yunhe a wink and turned to leave. Seeing this, he seemed to be trying to get in touch with the great national master in the north.
Ji Yunhe allowed Ji Chengyu to leave. She stood up. Although she was wearing tattered clothes, her attitude was not humble or arrogant: "Princess, why are you fighting now? Haven't you figured it out yet?"
A whip slapped Ji Yunhe's face fiercely: "What do you want to understand? It's enough for this palace to know how your poor life died."
Ji Yunhe's fingers were stained with blood on her face, she wiped off the blood and looked at Princess Shunde again. In his eyes, there was a chilling killing intent: "This is the reason why there are so many bones on the battlefield."
"Why should Ben Gong listen to you!" Princess Shunde was furious, and it was time for another whip.
Ji Yunhe raised his hand, and the moment the whip touched Ji Yunhe's palm, black energy took off, and Ji Yunhe grabbed her whip.
"No one is born to be your cheap slave."
How could the Princess of Shunde listen to her words? With a loud shout, "Kill her for Ben Gong!"
The demon master moved when he heard the sound, and various weapons carried the spiritual power of the demon master to kill Ji Yunhe in a small space.
Ji Yunhe took all the cold, cold light that contained murderous aura into his eyes. She clenched her hands into fists, and her black air suddenly washed away.
In the narrow space, all the weapons that flew in were severely beaten back by the black energy around her. The speed was so fast that even some of the demons were caught off guard and were directly hit by their own weapons.
Behind Ji Yunhe, nine monstrous tails floated out again, stirring in the cage, like an angry giant beast, slapping the surrounding prison.
"You want to kill me, and it just so happens that I am too."
The black tail stretched forward and rolled over the broken sword on the ground. Ji Yunhe held the hilt of the broken sword and pointed the blade directly at Princess Shunde: "Come."
Princess Shunde's eyes were red with anger, and all her coquettishness and aloofness were swallowed up by hatred, making her face distorted and even hideous.